Highway 87

Highway 87 is a dangerous place to be

When you pissed off all the local boys

and your back's against the sea

The cops all know your number

Bars all know your name

After six straight months of drinkin' boy,

you're never gonna be the same

And I ain't seen the sunshine

since I don't remember when

I may not know where I'm goin'

but I sure know where I've been

The sheriff he just watches every move I make

And one of these days he's gonna arrest me

for all the time I take

The local girls all act

Like I just ain't their kind

Paintin' on their precious nails

and losin' their sweet minds

And I've give half of Texas if I could find a friend

I may not know where I'm goin'

but I sure know where I've been

Ahh the coast is disappearing

as they line up on the beach

Doin' all those little things

that Sunday School don't teach

Jim Beam by the fire, Cocaine in the stash

Baseball bat on the floorboard

shotgun on the dash

And you might lose your mind

go walkin' round the bend

You may not know where you're goin'

but you'll sure know where you been.